I woke up to two things: Tommy crying his head off and my whole body aching. The fire in my stomach had spread through my whole body. My teeth ached and I felt thinner. I mean thinner. My hands were skeletal and I knew if I pulled up my shirt I could count my ribs. The apartment was full of shadows due to the setting sun. I'd been out for hours. I tried to pick the little guy up, to calm him down, but I felt a wave of dizziness like I'd been on a Tilt-A-Whirl.
I fumbled out my phone. Audry had texted me that she'd arrived and her mom was in the ICU. I sent her love and an update that me and Tommy were fine. My fingers trembled as I pressed against the screen.
I forced myself off the sofa. I opened the fridge and drained one of the bottles. Then another and another. It wasn't enough. It wasn't even close. I felt my organs shift and a sharp stab shot through my chest. Stars exploded behind my eyes and one thought filled my mind. This was it, I was dying. I was actually starving to death. I don't know where the energy came from but I went back through the kitchen until I came across the tin of formula.
